A Joke

Every day, I approach the lying sun,
which hits me back with a bitter joke.
and oh, I'm afraid, I'm afraid,
that even the biggest flavor of my life,
is now gone,
yes, that bitter-sweet one... 

And now, all I can really do,
is to eat up my hope,
that this is not permanent. 

While the wind makes plastic bags blow,
and while I still cope,
my dreams are being squished, 
under a concrete pavement.

April 17th, 2022.
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